Gemotions

The air in the office seemed thick and stagnant to Helen. The training session loomed over her like a dark cloud. She didn't want to explain her job to anyone, especially not this eager beaver, as she thought of her replacement, a girl named Jessica.

Helen kept her replies short and to the point. Her posture was rigid. She avoided eye contact as much as possible, her gaze fixed on the task at hand. The presentation she made looked meticulously prepared, but her words felt hollow.

“This is how you do it,” she said, her voice monotone. Helen felt the impulse to just walk out, to leave it all behind. She wanted to yell at someone, maybe just at the sky.

Jessica's attempts at conversation were met with curt nods and mumbled responses. The clock seemed to be mocking her, ticking away the minutes.